The Alpha of Slytherin.

Prologue.

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It is fifth year, and everyone was enjoying their evening meal.

Gryffindors, wearing their red and yellow ties, the lion cubs were chatting, laughing, eating away, with their hearts contents. Chatting about absolute nonsense to others but to them, it made sense. At this table, sat a trio.

A trio containing a jet black haired and emerald green eyed boy with a lightening scar, a tall red haired, blue eyed, freckled faced boy and bushy brown haired, bookwormish girl. Three different people but three close friends. These Gryffindors sat at their table, huddled together from prying eyes and ears, talking about about their next DA meeting. Not noticing a boy watching them from the other end of the room.

At the other room was the Slytherin table. This young serpents were whispering, eating and smirking at nothing. Though some were worried about what Harry had said at the end of last year. Concerned what would happen to them as the Dark Lord has returned. At the end of this table was a quartet. Also, known as the Pack of Slytherin.

One lad had Dark Black hair, a brooding face which didn't change unless his best friend made him smile, which was rare. He also had a dragon scar on his left shoulder from that one fateful night and on his wrist on the opposite arm was a mark. This mark was shaped as a serpent. Another lad sat next to him, was dark skinned (please don't have a go at for this, I couldn't find better wording for it without sounding offensive to others,) dark hair, was trying to cheer up his best friend who was sat next to him. Opposite these two lads were another two lads. One had a boyish youthful look him with light brown haired short slight curls, blue eyes which had a innocent curious look in them and the final lad had, platinum blonde hair, pale face and grey stormy eyes which were admiring the first lad.

These four lads were called Llewellyn Potter, Blaise Zabini, Theodore or Theo Nott and Draco Malfoy. They made up the Pack of Slytherin due to the tight bond they had. Although, it a while for Llewellyn to warm up to them. He had trust issues due his childhood but of any one asked him which one was he the closest to, he would respond with Blaise. Every. Single. Time.

Llewellyn Potter was the older twin brother of Harry Potter but instead of being in Gryffindor, he was put into Slytherin for reasons no one understood. Well, bar from the fact he was resourceful, ambitious and had major trust issues.

Blaise discovered how hard it was for Llewellyn to warm up to people but once he did, he was an enjoyable person to be around. Minus the brooding looks and no smile. Although, everyone had to admit every time they saw Llewellyn Regulus Edwyn Potter smiled, it was the most precious thing ever to be seen.

As the entirety of Hogwarts were eating, an 'hem hem' drowned the atmosphere. No one was impressed. The most annoying person dressed in pink had to ruin it all.

"Bloody, just what we need." Llewellyn mumbled to Blaise who nodded in agreement.

"Can I have everybody's attention, please?" A sickeningly sweet voice rang out.

Silence fell, gradually and reluctantly. No one wanted to listen to the bloody woman.

"Today and the next couple days, we will be seven books that have been sent out to us. They are about the lives of the Potter Twins." Umbridge continued.

Everyone gasped. That had to be illegal?

"Is this allowed?" Hermione asked in concern.

"Yes we must, as the books came from the future." The pathetic teacher replied.

Everyone glanced at each other. On one hand they get to find out their adventures but on the other one, it was an invasion of privacy.

"Are you sure you want to do this, smokey?" Blaise, whispered to his best friend.

"Not really," Llewellyn replied to back. "But it is not like the woman is giving us a choice."

He was worried about what the Dursleys did to him came up. He would not admit it but he was deathly afraid what the others make think.

Harry looked across the room and saw the look on his twins face. They may not be close anymore but they still love and care for each other. Harry was mainly worried about Llewellyn.

"Are you alright, mate?" Ron asked.

"Nope. I am more concerned for Llewellyn." He replied.

The other two looked at the serpents table and nodded in agreement.

At that moment, the older Potters, Remus Lupin, the Older Weasley brothers and parents, the Black siblings, Tonks, Mad-eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, the rest of the Order, a few aurors, Amelia Bones, the Older Malfoys, Notts, Zabinis and the minister came in.

"What is the meaning of this, Albus?" James asked first.

"Apparently, we are reading books about your children's school and home life." The headmaster replied. He was not impressed. Umbridge going behind his back is a big no no.

The potters sighed and nodded. Bloody brilliant.

The tables and benches disappeared but in place were settees, arm chairs, beanbags and rugs. Everyone found a spot.

Llewellyn sat on a beanbag besides his mother's feet, which Lily started to stroke his head. Llewellyn may be a tough, bad boy, quiet type of person who like to workout a lot, but he still loved his mother touches. Especially, after finding out his parents were actually alive. Though he was bitter for an hour after finding out because he always believed they were dead. His friends soon sat next to him. Blaise on Llewellyn's right by his own parents and Draco on his left.

"Who would like to read first?" Dumbledore asked.

"I will." Regulus spoke up.

Then the book was levitated toward him and then it began.

The story of the Twins Who Lived and The Alpha Of Slytherin.